Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 19 Strawberry Sweet Candy Super Pink Christmas Tree

In the morning, after breakfast, Vicky and Shirley took combs and essential oils and started styling your hair while discussing why no sinner had yet been willing to stay at the Hell Inn.

As for why someone else takes care of your hair, it's mainly because your hair is incredibly long, and you're too lazy to do it yourself.

After Shirley and Vicky discovered that your hair gets messy if you don't take care of it for three days, and you just ignore it,

(At least among all the devils you know) two of the best girls in hell have taken on the job of styling your hair for free.

So every three days, you would sit on the sofa in the inn like a chick waiting for someone to pick you up, waiting for two beautiful female demons to take care of your hair.

Clearly, the Hell Princess and her lover wouldn't allow their chef to walk around the inn with a horribly messy, awful afro.

After Neferti, summoned by Alastor, came to the inn, the little guy would occasionally comb your hair in place of Vicky and Shirley, along with Angel, who didn't need to go to work.

Later, feeling bewildered, you asked them how they could maintain such unwavering patience with your terrifyingly long hair. They gave you two abstract answers: "Combing your hair is very stress-relieving" and "Maintaining our relationship with the demons."

You still can't understand how taking care of this red and warm hair relieves stress, so you simply decide to give up trying to understand and just enjoy your demonic life being taken care of by the only good people in hell.

Angel, who rarely gets to skip work today, sits next to you, scrolling through her phone while braiding your hair.

Finally, he would even tie many hair accessories on your braided hair to represent himself and his best friend, such as pink and white spiders and darker cherry bombs.

Previously, you went shopping with him and his best friend Cherry. They completely ignored your attempts to stop them and bought a bunch of unnecessary hair accessories. Then, they ruthlessly maxed out your credit card and bought a lot of other things.

You felt like a scumbag who was keeping Angel as a mistress.

But you didn't dare say it out loud at the time, because you were worried that Angel would say something even more outrageous that would leave you speechless...

However, at this moment, you feel like a giant Christmas tree decorated by girls.

Perhaps this is the price of silence in hell.

You closed your eyes and accepted the somewhat bizarre, but not entirely bad, reality you were facing.

"So... while helping ■■■ braid hair is a great way to escape reality, how's it going? Is anyone willing to come to this godforsaken place in the final moments of their demonic life?"

After putting the last decoration in your hair, Angel crossed his long legs over you and asked Shirley and Vicky, who were still combing the ends of your hair, a question.

After Angel asked that soul-searching question, Shirley silently hid in your hair, while Vicky grabbed a strand of your hair and combed it a couple of times in frustration, muttering, "Not a single new person."

You: "." Luckily your hair is long enough, otherwise those two blows from her would have hurt quite a bit.

"Isn't this an inevitable outcome? Who would willingly choose not to make love and fight in their final days?"

Seeing this, Angel, who seemed to have expected this, shrugged as if it were a matter of course.

After saying that, he held up his phone in one hand and leaned closer to his newly completed masterpiece, saying, "Isn't this a little crooked? Oh my god, no... my perfect strawberry candy super pink Christmas tree..."

he muttered.

Looking at Angel, who was bent over and concentrating intently, you twitched your lips.

Just as you were about to stop the Spider Sinner from stuffing more decorations into the gaps in his braid, you suddenly smelled a very familiar scent.

So you raised an eyebrow and focused your attention on the sounds outside the door.

The fluffy animal ears hanging beside your hair twitched slightly, and then you quickly caught a faint "rustling" sound that didn't sound like human footsteps.

“Vicky, someone’s here.”

You, like a ghost bound to the hotel, suddenly spoke.

"Who?"

Vicky frowned beside her.

The white-haired sinner had no intention of questioning you whatsoever.

"Oh! Oh! Could they be guests seeking heaven?"

Shirley peeked out from your thick, black hair a golden, fluffy, and shiny royal head.

You couldn't resist pinching her rosy cheeks—as soft and smooth as you remembered, like some kind of creamy pastry.

In reality, the visitor knocked on the door of the Hell Inn without you even having to say a word.

Vicky went to open the door, and Shirley, as the innkeeper, went with her lover. Angel, who had been sitting next to you, also ran off to see what was going on.

You curled your long hair, which the girls had styled for you, with your tail, sat down, yawned slightly, and stretched.

Angel has made you this sugar-filled Christmas tree, so ornate and lavish that you could use it to punch someone.

Knowing that you have to bear the weight of someone's feelings for at least a day, you sighed deeply.

"You have such a good temper. If it were me, I would have shoved all these fancy bastards into his mouth long ago."

Hesk, who had been watching from the beginning, stood behind the bar, sipping a bottle of liquor that looked somewhat familiar, and made this detached comment.

The speech, so typical of a sinner from hell, makes you shake your head in exasperation.

Seeing that Hesk had already started drinking the "contraband" you brought from the human world, you stood up and slowly walked towards Hesk, wanting to ask him if he needed more.

"How about it, is our Miss [Name] interested in having a drink today?"

As you approached, the big cat, who always had a sour face, surprisingly showed a slightly playful expression.

"Of course not, I don't drink and I don't like drinking."

Unaware that your facial expression wasn't exactly flattering, you shook your head. "I just wanted to ask about those things I brought you before..."

"This is the inn's bar and bartender area!"

Shirley's introduction interrupted your question. You turned your head and glanced at the blonde beauty, followed by a serpentine sinner you were already very familiar with.

...Oh, so Sir Pantheon finished the revival match in just six hours?

The resurrection service of the Pride Ring is really fast, it's truly enviable.

You pursed your lips slightly in surprise.

"And our flawless chef! ■■■! She fixed the hotel wall you broke yesterday!"

While you were still in a daze, Shirley, who looked particularly happy and excited, made that same gesture that was used to describe her in the meme.

When you feel that nothing in the world is perfect.

'Shirley (with arms outstretched): Our chef...!'

You waved to Sir Pantheon in a very polite manner.

The other person became somewhat wary after seeing you show them friendliness.

But when he saw the pink braid that looked so out of place with you, he was visibly taken aback, and then, for some reason, waved to you with a complicated expression.

"Then you'll understand why ■■■ is flawless... Oh! And! This is..."

Every time she saw a guest, Shirley, who seemed to have inexhaustible energy, would run off to introduce Sir Pensius to other things in the inn.

After being interrupted, you completely forgot what you wanted to ask and started wondering if you were experiencing early-onset dementia as you stood by the pool table, while Angel happened to be standing on the other side.

Upon seeing you with your hands behind your back, still wearing the super pink candy Christmas tree he made, Angel's eyes immediately lit up. He leaned closer to you and examined his masterpiece.

The pretty little spider seemed to be in a good mood after discovering that someone appreciated what it had made.

"...Ha, I knew you'd like that!"

Angel wore a smug expression.

"You're like a member of the British Royal Guard who's been covered in pink hard candy by hot babes, the kind of guy who wouldn't budge even if you peed on him at the door."

He snapped his fingers at you with a sly look on his face.

"..."

"Don't get me wrong, if a sinner I don't know touches my hair, even just once... I assure you, that person will never even have a chance to be reincarnated."

You said coldly without turning your head.

"Oh my! Is this the inn's chef showing me special favor? I'm truly flattered!"

After you said that, Angel was clearly stunned for a moment before resuming his indifferent attitude.

You couldn't be bothered to talk to the talkative gay guy anymore, so you dutifully stood still and observed whether Pantheon would do anything out of line.

Very well, so Hell Inn now has its own Red and White Duo.

One is a security captain who does nothing, loves to have fun, and occasionally goes crazy; the other is a taciturn, observant, and meticulous chef.